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the_literary_spider) wrote2011-08-17 10:05 am
the_literary_spider) wrote2011-08-17 10:05 am
Cults, Cogwheels and a bottle of Rum.
Hello All,
Well I'm a good 200 words further into the life of a certain Morbid 13 year old. Her small reveal just before the big one, however, merited my new favorite, if only temporary, character. Observe:
"Approaching the body cautiously, she nudged the folds of its caked red waistcoat. A worm, of a disturbingly purple nature and rather bloated, crawled out, having had his fill of flesh. As worms go, he was probably having quite a good day, so it seemed only fitting it should be ruined by a giant hand pinching it by the middle and hauling it into the air."
So there you are, the worm of a disturbingly purple nature. He, I hope, will become useful in the coming chapters, because I have a vague notion of where the story is going at this point.
On a completely different note, I was listening to Alestorm earlier. This is not typical behavior. I do love pirates, but this? I'm scared. Ah well, it could be worse, I spent a very productive day once listening to BrokeNCYDE and trying to figure out what they were saying and not looking at the lyrics. It was an ordeal to say the least. I shall post the next installment of my story soon in a separate post. I'm starting to sense a pattern here...
So, I leave you with the song I have been listening to and the news my Steampunk novel will be Christened under the working title of Cults & Cogwheels until I think of a better title.
Well I'm a good 200 words further into the life of a certain Morbid 13 year old. Her small reveal just before the big one, however, merited my new favorite, if only temporary, character. Observe:
"Approaching the body cautiously, she nudged the folds of its caked red waistcoat. A worm, of a disturbingly purple nature and rather bloated, crawled out, having had his fill of flesh. As worms go, he was probably having quite a good day, so it seemed only fitting it should be ruined by a giant hand pinching it by the middle and hauling it into the air."
So there you are, the worm of a disturbingly purple nature. He, I hope, will become useful in the coming chapters, because I have a vague notion of where the story is going at this point.
On a completely different note, I was listening to Alestorm earlier. This is not typical behavior. I do love pirates, but this? I'm scared. Ah well, it could be worse, I spent a very productive day once listening to BrokeNCYDE and trying to figure out what they were saying and not looking at the lyrics. It was an ordeal to say the least. I shall post the next installment of my story soon in a separate post. I'm starting to sense a pattern here...
So, I leave you with the song I have been listening to and the news my Steampunk novel will be Christened under the working title of Cults & Cogwheels until I think of a better title.
Warning: The Song contains Strong Language!
Eight-Leggedly Yours
The Literary Spider